A roll in the leaves
anonymous
May 3 2009, 21:39:33 UTC
Totally copped out on this prompt and made it sex pollen. Because my brain has been off this whole week. And so without further ado, shameless smut!
Sanji sat on a stump, not facing the other man in the clearing. He was waiting for it. It was inevitable, every atom in the atmosphere demanded it would come. He could feel it behind him, and he was sure Zoro, dim as he was, could see it in the tension across his own back. It came when Sanji had finally given in to his urge to light a cigarette, and was reaching for his lighter. "This is your fault shithead." Ah. There they were. Fighting words. "My fault? MY FAULT? Who's ass was lost out in the woods, mine?" "I would have found my way back." "Yeah, but we wanted to get off this island sometime this MONTH." "Asshole. Its still you're fault we're like this." Sanji glared over his shoulder, to where Zoro slumped against a tree. He could see the outline of the other man's arousal through his baggy black pants, and decided to glare at that too. Less obvious than glaring at his own. "This is why you're a dumbass." continued Zoro, intentionally grinding Sanji's last nerve with brand new sandpaper, "because the moment you think of a girl you turn into a drooling idiot who doesn't even have enough sense not to pick potentially poisonous flowers and blow their pollen into the air." Sanji felt the enamel of his teeth wearing down with every grind of his jaw, but refused to take the bait. "The least you could do is keep your fucking hard-on powder to yourself, dumbass, then we wouldn't have to be holding up the crew waiting for them to wear off..." "I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT BULL SHIT FROM YOU, FUCKER! WE WERE WAITING FOR THREE HOURS FOR YOU TO FIND YOUR WAY BACK TO THE SHIP!" "AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN BACK ALREADY IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO PIROUETTE AROUND LIKE A MORON WITH A PRISSY FLOWER FOR A GIRL WHO'S SIX TIMES MANLIER THAN YOU!" "WE WOULD HAVE BEEN BACK THREE HOURS AGO IF YOU HAD ENOUGH SENSE OF DIRECTION TO FIND YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS!" "WELL I CAN FIND IT NOW SHITHEAD!" They seethed, head to head now, glaring at each other in a standoff that seemed to last hours as they each tried to find words to properly infuriate the other. Sanji thought in passing that adrenaline was probably not what his hard on needed right now, before deciding he didn't care and pulling back into a fighting stance. Zoro did the same, and they were about to launch into the usual routine when soft voices drifted over the underbrush to reach them. The words were indistinguishable as of yet, but their owners were always on the forefront of Sanji's mind. His eyes filled with hearts, his godesses had arrived! But before he could swoon, he was tackled ruthlessly to the ground by a burly uncouth swordsman. He spat out a dead leaf he'd nearly swallowed and turned to shout at the man when he found his mouth plugged none to gently by a calloused fist. "Shut up you idiot!" hissed Zoro as Sanji tried to buck him off, "Do you really want your fucking 'godesses' to see you like this?" Sanji froze as if hit by the noro- noro beam. "Fuck" whispered Zoro in his ear as the voices grew closer, and they could hear their crewmates shouting for their two lost nakama. "Oi, Zoro, let go." insisted a muffled Sanji. "Are you crazy, you shitty cook?" Zoro held on tighter, the closer the voices got, "Are you telling me that powder didn't mess with your head the way it messed with mine?" Sanji didn't respond, which Zoro took as him getting the picture, and it was about time. Ever since they'd breathed that pollen in they'd been assaulted with compelling images. The drug or whatever it was didn't so much effect their bodies as their brains, sending a constant barrage of suggestions on what they COULD be doing right now. All of them were arousing, but some were just too out of character and embarrassing, allowing the two victims to ignore what their minds were saying.
A roll in the leaves part 2
anonymous
May 3 2009, 21:40:44 UTC
For instance, the tension generating scenes that flashed through Sanji's mind of having Zoro kneeling before him, about to take his throbbing member into his mouth... Or what Zoro had to put up with, thinking of those long nimble fingers on him, kneading over muscles and making him shiver... Arousing, annoying, but ignorable, because neither man would EVER allow themselves to act on these suggestions. Thought it did put them on edge. But now that the girls were in range, Zoro could already see images of them flitting unbidden through his head. For him it was just like the thoughts of Sanji's hands, too far fetched to even consider. But for the love cook, who, for lack of a better description, spent ninety percent of his time humping the girls legs begging for it even without mysterious sex pollen, well, the chances of his doing something he'd regret were rather high. Sanji noticed too, and Zoro could feel him trembling underneath him, as he clenched his muscles to try to block out the urge to run over and rip the girl's cloths off. The closer the voices got, the harder Sanji shook. Zoro cursed at the idiot and his stupid libido, because holding the cooks sleekly muscled body tight against himself as the idiot trembled was NOT helping his own fantasies calm down. Gradually, FAR too slowly, the voices began to move away. Zoro didn't let go until they had be indistinguishable from the sounds of the forest for a good minute. The moment he loosened his grip, a leg swung up and caught him in the chest, whipping him hard into the leave strewn ground with an UNF. "You bastard!" said Sanji dangerously, and he was breathing hard, a weird glint in his eyes. Apparently the things he'd been subjected too seeing the last few minutes had riled him up considerably. "What did you want me to do, let you rape them?" spat Zoro from the flat of his back, shoving the leg off his chest as his mind supplied a few things it would rather be doing to that long shapely leg... god damn this drug... Sanji growled, and slammed a knee into Zoro's abs, his hands braced on the swordsman's shoulders, though completely aware that his legs were the ones doing the real pinning. "Like I would hurt a lady, you bastard!" Zoro snorted "Yeah, your self control is a thing of legend." Sanji hauled the swordsman up to glare at him nose to nose as he repeated, "I. Would. Never. Hurt. A. Lady. Bastard." Zoro opened his mouth with some witty and cutting reply that never got past the planning stages since his bottom lip was bit harshly. He gargled instead, a huge sweep of arousal strumming up from his cock at the violent action. No, no- this, this was SANJI! Even if the pervert didn't have any self control left, HE did. It would be no better than rape if he didn't push him off... Zoro intended to. He really did. But when he put his palms on Sanji's sides to sweep the man into a nearby tree, and Sanji slithered and moaned in his grasp, the next bite aimed at his lips ending up a little off mark at his jaw, and running sharp canines back to the target area... Well, Zoro couldn't do anything but curse and pull Sanji down harder against him, bucking up into nimble hips. Sanji, for his part, was long gone. He'd intended this to be a fight, to work off some of the tension and hormones rushing through his body, but the pollen'd taken fighting and turned it into thrashing and bumping against each other on the ground, and in the state he was in... And then Zoro had put his hands on him. Pulled them chest to chest and started applying pressure where it counted with his own arousal, and Sanji had moaned. Now, all the blond's mind could focus on was making Zoro moan back. Sanji knocked Zoro's knees apart, surprised as a leg clad in faded black hooked around his lower back as he laid them both out to get more friction. Zoro nearly cried aloud when the cook started sliding his arousal up and down Zoro's leg, creating thrusting pressure on Zoro's own crotch through their pants. Instead, he just scratched and grabbed at Sanji's cloths, reaching down the cook's back to pull his dress shirt free from his pants and use it almost like reigns to pull the man down on him.
A roll in the leaves part 3
anonymous
May 3 2009, 21:42:00 UTC
Their humping was frenzied, making each touch intense but too quick, they had started out too desperate to spend time building the feeling they both needed. They hadn't even bothered with their clothes. Zoro made a noise in frustration he would later describe as a growl, but Sanji would remember as being a girly cry for more. Either way he flipped them over, his leg that was hooked around Sanji caught at an awkward angle between the ground and Sanji's back. Neither Zoro nor Sanji noted the discomfort though as it resulted in the flexible blond's hips jutting up and creating a nice little area for Zoro to thrash against. Sanji thrashed back, and soon they were rolling about on the ground, each twist jostling their cocks all the harder into the other's thigh, each time their backs hit the ground a bit of their control being shaken free. They panted and bit at each other's necks, little noises of approval heightening to curses and whines, moans against sweaty throats as they worked their groins roughly. With a hitch of his breath, Sanji came first. His back arched as far as he was capable, his eyes scrunched tight, his mouth hanging open as he shot his cum into his dress pants, a wet spot soaking through to reach Zoro's thigh. He collapsed, boneless foreword onto Zoro, who was still franticly moving. Sanji winced as his sensitive spent cock was rubbed with the same ferocity that had brought it off in the first place, and jerked off of the desperate man. "Shit, no, don't do this to me you fucker!" Zoro grabbed Sanji as the latter tried to crawl away, and wrapping his arms and legs around the man from behind, proceeded to grind mercilessly against the cook's black clad ass. Sanji whimpered as Zoro came clutching the cook to his chest, squeezing his release into the other man before pushing him foreword as he fell back. Harsh breathing was the only thing either of them heard for a while. Sanji sat up first, drawing his knees to his chest and putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh my god." he said, shame in every angle of his body, "Oh my fucking god." Zoro grunted neutrally from where he still lay spread eagled on the leaves. "Shit, this didn't happen, okay? Shit. I can't believe we just- Can't believe *I* just..." Zoro sat up and yawned, rolling his shoulders back to loosen the muscles that had just gotten a workout clinging to his crewmate.
A roll in the leaves part 4
anonymous
May 3 2009, 21:43:46 UTC
"Grow up shit cook." He said when he had finished. "GROW UP!" Sanji looked pissed like Zoro had never seen him. He'd never seen quite that blend of horror and self loathing on the cooks face before, after all. "Yeah, grow up cook, it was just sex." Zoro responded. He hoped the idiot would grow a brain and realize exactly how not- a- big- deal this was before he had to get all sentimental. But this was about as likely as the cook trading his horrified expression for the one he often wore when Nami wore that french bikini that was only a bottom... "JUST SEX!" Sanji looked almost terrified, and that really threw Zoro for a loop. "It- it didn't really count as sex right?!? I mean, we still had our cloths on and everything..." Zoro just glared at the guy. "It was fucking sex, dumbass, we made each other come, that's sex. Don't be a pussy about it. Its just sex, what do you fucking think it means, we're married?" "IT'S NOT-!" Sanji started again, calmer this time, "It's not that, I had sex with a guy... A GUY! A SLOBBERING LAZY SMELLY ASS GUY! I'm not- I shouldn't be- I'm not like that!" Zoro groaned. Did he really have to deal with this? For a moment he considered letting the guy think whatever he wanted about himself and just walking off to find the ship. (never mind that he had no idea where it was.) But something stopped him. Something he had gained, perhaps against his will, while he was riding around doing crazy shit with seven of the strangest people he'd ever met. Whatever it was, Zoro didn't know, but it made him open his mouth again. "Look, you can be whatever way you fucking want to be, idiot. I don't really care. It's not like you would have done it with any random guy who came along. We're nakama. I've seen you naked more times than I think I ever wanted to, I eat your shitty cooking every day, we fight back to back or with each other almost constantly, and all that shit is a hundred times more intimate than anything we might have done because of a stupid flower, and five hundred times more important than any 'WAY' you think you are. So just shut the fuck up and lets go back to the Sunny, because my knowing that you look like a fish when you come isn't any shakes more annoying than all the other unnecessary facts about you I've learned from living with you for months at sea." Sanji sat gaping at Zoro mouth hanging open. "You look like a fish again." Sanji turned crimson and closed his mouth. "Fucking sex pollen." He mummered as he fished in his pants for his (rather squished) pack of cigarettes. "Yeah." said Zoro, as he swayed to his feet, "This is still your fault by the way." They argued all the way back to the Sunny.
A/N: Yes, I am sorry this is rather dubiously written... oh well, I did my best. (P.S. They totally should have just jerked off, but that wouldn't have been as awesome now would it? good thing they're too dim to notice that)
Re: A roll in the leaves part 4
anonymous
May 3 2009, 22:43:55 UTC
No, no, no, sex pollen is yay! Yay for sex pollen! I love how they bickered through this this and insisted nothing had changed at the end. (not op, btw)
And so without further ado, shameless smut!
Sanji sat on a stump, not facing the other man in the clearing.
He was waiting for it. It was inevitable, every atom in the atmosphere demanded it would come. He could feel it behind him, and he was sure Zoro, dim as he was, could see it in the tension across his own back.
It came when Sanji had finally given in to his urge to light a cigarette, and was reaching for his lighter.
"This is your fault shithead."
Ah. There they were. Fighting words.
"My fault? MY FAULT? Who's ass was lost out in the woods, mine?"
"I would have found my way back."
"Yeah, but we wanted to get off this island sometime this MONTH."
"Asshole. Its still you're fault we're like this."
Sanji glared over his shoulder, to where Zoro slumped against a tree. He could see the outline of the other man's arousal through his baggy black pants, and decided to glare at that too. Less obvious than glaring at his own.
"This is why you're a dumbass." continued Zoro, intentionally grinding Sanji's last nerve with brand new sandpaper, "because the moment you think of a girl you turn into a drooling idiot who doesn't even have enough sense not to pick potentially poisonous flowers and blow their pollen into the air."
Sanji felt the enamel of his teeth wearing down with every grind of his jaw, but refused to take the bait.
"The least you could do is keep your fucking hard-on powder to yourself, dumbass, then we wouldn't have to be holding up the crew waiting for them to wear off..."
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT BULL SHIT FROM YOU, FUCKER! WE WERE WAITING FOR THREE HOURS FOR YOU TO FIND YOUR WAY BACK TO THE SHIP!"
"AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN BACK ALREADY IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO PIROUETTE AROUND LIKE A MORON WITH A PRISSY FLOWER FOR A GIRL WHO'S SIX TIMES MANLIER THAN YOU!"
"WE WOULD HAVE BEEN BACK THREE HOURS AGO IF YOU HAD ENOUGH SENSE OF DIRECTION TO FIND YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS!"
"WELL I CAN FIND IT NOW SHITHEAD!"
They seethed, head to head now, glaring at each other in a standoff that seemed to last hours as they each tried to find words to properly infuriate the other.
Sanji thought in passing that adrenaline was probably not what his hard on needed right now, before deciding he didn't care and pulling back into a fighting stance.
Zoro did the same, and they were about to launch into the usual routine when soft voices drifted over the underbrush to reach them. The words were indistinguishable as of yet, but their owners were always on the forefront of Sanji's mind.
His eyes filled with hearts, his godesses had arrived! But before he could swoon, he was tackled ruthlessly to the ground by a burly uncouth swordsman.
He spat out a dead leaf he'd nearly swallowed and turned to shout at the man when he found his mouth plugged none to gently by a calloused fist.
"Shut up you idiot!" hissed Zoro as Sanji tried to buck him off, "Do you really want your fucking 'godesses' to see you like this?"
Sanji froze as if hit by the noro- noro beam.
"Fuck" whispered Zoro in his ear as the voices grew closer, and they could hear their crewmates shouting for their two lost nakama.
"Oi, Zoro, let go." insisted a muffled Sanji.
"Are you crazy, you shitty cook?" Zoro held on tighter, the closer the voices got, "Are you telling me that powder didn't mess with your head the way it messed with mine?"
Sanji didn't respond, which Zoro took as him getting the picture, and it was about time.
Ever since they'd breathed that pollen in they'd been assaulted with compelling images. The drug or whatever it was didn't so much effect their bodies as their brains, sending a constant barrage of suggestions on what they COULD be doing right now.
All of them were arousing, but some were just too out of character and embarrassing, allowing the two victims to ignore what their minds were saying.
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Or what Zoro had to put up with, thinking of those long nimble fingers on him, kneading over muscles and making him shiver...
Arousing, annoying, but ignorable, because neither man would EVER allow themselves to act on these suggestions.
Thought it did put them on edge.
But now that the girls were in range, Zoro could already see images of them flitting unbidden through his head. For him it was just like the thoughts of Sanji's hands, too far fetched to even consider.
But for the love cook, who, for lack of a better description, spent ninety percent of his time humping the girls legs begging for it even without mysterious sex pollen, well, the chances of his doing something he'd regret were rather high.
Sanji noticed too, and Zoro could feel him trembling underneath him, as he clenched his muscles to try to block out the urge to run over and rip the girl's cloths off.
The closer the voices got, the harder Sanji shook. Zoro cursed at the idiot and his stupid libido, because holding the cooks sleekly muscled body tight against himself as the idiot trembled was NOT helping his own fantasies calm down.
Gradually, FAR too slowly, the voices began to move away.
Zoro didn't let go until they had be indistinguishable from the sounds of the forest for a good minute.
The moment he loosened his grip, a leg swung up and caught him in the chest, whipping him hard into the leave strewn ground with an UNF.
"You bastard!" said Sanji dangerously, and he was breathing hard, a weird glint in his eyes. Apparently the things he'd been subjected too seeing the last few minutes had riled him up considerably.
"What did you want me to do, let you rape them?" spat Zoro from the flat of his back, shoving the leg off his chest as his mind supplied a few things it would rather be doing to that long shapely leg... god damn this drug...
Sanji growled, and slammed a knee into Zoro's abs, his hands braced on the swordsman's shoulders, though completely aware that his legs were the ones doing the real pinning.
"Like I would hurt a lady, you bastard!"
Zoro snorted "Yeah, your self control is a thing of legend."
Sanji hauled the swordsman up to glare at him nose to nose as he repeated, "I. Would. Never. Hurt. A. Lady. Bastard."
Zoro opened his mouth with some witty and cutting reply that never got past the planning stages since his bottom lip was bit harshly.
He gargled instead, a huge sweep of arousal strumming up from his cock at the violent action.
No, no- this, this was SANJI! Even if the pervert didn't have any self control left, HE did. It would be no better than rape if he didn't push him off...
Zoro intended to. He really did. But when he put his palms on Sanji's sides to sweep the man into a nearby tree, and Sanji slithered and moaned in his grasp, the next bite aimed at his lips ending up a little off mark at his jaw, and running sharp canines back to the target area...
Well, Zoro couldn't do anything but curse and pull Sanji down harder against him, bucking up into nimble hips.
Sanji, for his part, was long gone. He'd intended this to be a fight, to work off some of the tension and hormones rushing through his body, but the pollen'd taken fighting and turned it into thrashing and bumping against each other on the ground, and in the state he was in...
And then Zoro had put his hands on him. Pulled them chest to chest and started applying pressure where it counted with his own arousal, and Sanji had moaned.
Now, all the blond's mind could focus on was making Zoro moan back.
Sanji knocked Zoro's knees apart, surprised as a leg clad in faded black hooked around his lower back as he laid them both out to get more friction.
Zoro nearly cried aloud when the cook started sliding his arousal up and down Zoro's leg, creating thrusting pressure on Zoro's own crotch through their pants. Instead, he just scratched and grabbed at Sanji's cloths, reaching down the cook's back to pull his dress shirt free from his pants and use it almost like reigns to pull the man down on him.
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Their humping was frenzied, making each touch intense but too quick, they had started out too desperate to spend time building the feeling they both needed. They hadn't even bothered with their clothes.
Zoro made a noise in frustration he would later describe as a growl, but Sanji would remember as being a girly cry for more.
Either way he flipped them over, his leg that was hooked around Sanji caught at an awkward angle between the ground and Sanji's back. Neither Zoro nor Sanji noted the discomfort though as it resulted in the flexible blond's hips jutting up and creating a nice little area for Zoro to thrash against.
Sanji thrashed back, and soon they were rolling about on the ground, each twist jostling their cocks all the harder into the other's thigh, each time their backs hit the ground a bit of their control being shaken free.
They panted and bit at each other's necks, little noises of approval heightening to curses and whines, moans against sweaty throats as they worked their groins roughly.
With a hitch of his breath, Sanji came first. His back arched as far as he was capable, his eyes scrunched tight, his mouth hanging open as he shot his cum into his dress pants, a wet spot soaking through to reach Zoro's thigh.
He collapsed, boneless foreword onto Zoro, who was still franticly moving.
Sanji winced as his sensitive spent cock was rubbed with the same ferocity that had brought it off in the first place, and jerked off of the desperate man.
"Shit, no, don't do this to me you fucker!" Zoro grabbed Sanji as the latter tried to crawl away, and wrapping his arms and legs around the man from behind, proceeded to grind mercilessly against the cook's black clad ass.
Sanji whimpered as Zoro came clutching the cook to his chest, squeezing his release into the other man before pushing him foreword as he fell back.
Harsh breathing was the only thing either of them heard for a while.
Sanji sat up first, drawing his knees to his chest and putting his hand over his eyes.
"Oh my god." he said, shame in every angle of his body, "Oh my fucking god."
Zoro grunted neutrally from where he still lay spread eagled on the leaves.
"Shit, this didn't happen, okay? Shit. I can't believe we just- Can't believe *I* just..."
Zoro sat up and yawned, rolling his shoulders back to loosen the muscles that had just gotten a workout clinging to his crewmate.
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"GROW UP!" Sanji looked pissed like Zoro had never seen him. He'd never seen quite that blend of horror and self loathing on the cooks face before, after all.
"Yeah, grow up cook, it was just sex." Zoro responded.
He hoped the idiot would grow a brain and realize exactly how not- a- big- deal this was before he had to get all sentimental. But this was about as likely as the cook trading his horrified expression for the one he often wore when Nami wore that french bikini that was only a bottom...
"JUST SEX!" Sanji looked almost terrified, and that really threw Zoro for a loop. "It- it didn't really count as sex right?!? I mean, we still had our cloths on and everything..."
Zoro just glared at the guy. "It was fucking sex, dumbass, we made each other come, that's sex. Don't be a pussy about it. Its just sex, what do you fucking think it means, we're married?"
"IT'S NOT-!" Sanji started again, calmer this time, "It's not that, I had sex with a guy... A GUY! A SLOBBERING LAZY SMELLY ASS GUY! I'm not- I shouldn't be- I'm not like that!"
Zoro groaned. Did he really have to deal with this? For a moment he considered letting the guy think whatever he wanted about himself and just walking off to find the ship. (never mind that he had no idea where it was.)
But something stopped him. Something he had gained, perhaps against his will, while he was riding around doing crazy shit with seven of the strangest people he'd ever met.
Whatever it was, Zoro didn't know, but it made him open his mouth again.
"Look, you can be whatever way you fucking want to be, idiot. I don't really care. It's not like you would have done it with any random guy who came along. We're nakama. I've seen you naked more times than I think I ever wanted to, I eat your shitty cooking every day, we fight back to back or with each other almost constantly, and all that shit is a hundred times more intimate than anything we might have done because of a stupid flower, and five hundred times more important than any 'WAY' you think you are. So just shut the fuck up and lets go back to the Sunny, because my knowing that you look like a fish when you come isn't any shakes more annoying than all the other unnecessary facts about you I've learned from living with you for months at sea."
Sanji sat gaping at Zoro mouth hanging open.
"You look like a fish again."
Sanji turned crimson and closed his mouth.
"Fucking sex pollen." He mummered as he fished in his pants for his (rather squished) pack of cigarettes.
"Yeah." said Zoro, as he swayed to his feet, "This is still your fault by the way."
They argued all the way back to the Sunny.
A/N: Yes, I am sorry this is rather dubiously written... oh well, I did my best. (P.S. They totally should have just jerked off, but that wouldn't have been as awesome now would it? good thing they're too dim to notice that)
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